Mahfuza Akhter
“What is the hell going on there?”
The little crowd splitting aside I reached the fact.
“Öh Allah, there is a new born baby wrapped with seedy clothes in the garbage.”
I picked up the baby in my arms.
The baby was alive.
I started running to the nearest hospital.
The on-duty doctor attended the baby and being ensured about her safety
She handed over the baby to me.
That day made me very concern.
“What I will do with this baby?
How can I take care of her?”
I left her behind in an orphanage.
But I could not forget her.
I was always being haunted by what made me restless,
“where is her parents, how can they leave this cute baby like her?”
Whenever someone unacquainted before me
I started searching on his-her face if had any resemble with her.
For carrying on this job every month twice or more
I visited her and made scan her photograph in my brain
as if I could easily searching for her parents or one of them.
Today she is sixteen.
I don’t find yet someone has resemble with her face.
What a bad luck she has!
In spite of having parents
she is alone, she has no one of her own.
About Poet: Mahfuza Akhter is a poet and writer. She is a Supreme Court Lawyear.
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